Thursday, October 5, 2017

Thirsty Thursday -- Lime Sherbet Punch

Drink Recipe:  Lime Sherbet Punch (It’s color makes it perfect for Halloween or Christmas)
2 - Quarts lime sherbet
2 - Liters ginger ale
1 - 46oz can of Pineapple
In a punch bowl, add 2 quarts of lime sherbet. Then add ginger ale and pineapple juice.

Lime and lemon slices with maraschino cherries make a nice garnish for this punch. You can also add rum or vodka to give it a kick.


UNKNOWN DESIRES
By: Jax L. Kramer
Book Excerpt:
He opens the door and this room is a little larger but there is no window or patio door. Its dark, deep purple color is calming. When he shuts the door behind us he gets my attention. The smell of fresh wood, leather and a spicy scent permeate the room. The bed here is large too, with places for restraints. There is a Saint Andrew’s cross with cuffs at all four points, and a padded bench that also has places for restraints. There is a cell with locking steel bar door built into the wall and all kinds of paraphernalia lining it. There are cabinets built into another wall. I can’t help but wonder what is in them. There are rings on the ceiling that can be used for any number of things.
“Take off your clothes and set them on the cabinet, then kneel beside the door and wait for me,” he commands.
I begin to remove my clothes and fold them until they are all in a neat pile where he instructed. He has left the room so I go kneel beside the door looking down at the floor. I can’t help but wonder what he is planning to do. My heart is racing and I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous, not even when I first met Domme Shannon.
He returns and all I can see are his feet and pants legs. He’s wearing jeans so he’s changed clothes.
“Look at me,” he commands. When I meet his eyes this time I feel a surge of exhilaration.
“You’re in very good shape,” he says his voice a little lower than before. “Go lie down on the bed.”
I played football, basketball and was a kickboxer, which meant that I also lifted weights. I’ve kept myself in shape mostly because my job requires a lot of strength carrying boards, shingles, nail guns and other things up and down ladders all day.
I move immediately, and without knowing what he has in mind I lie on my side. I watch him as he looks me over and I can’t help but appreciate his body. He’s shirtless and has an athletic build; he undoubtedly still works out regularly.
“Your safe word is pickle, remember that. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You’ve never had any sexual relations with another man?” He slowly begins to take his jeans off.
“No, Sir,” I answer and find it difficult to maintain eye contact. His body is perfect and I feel scrawny and inadequate in comparison.
He nods and grins at my embarrassment, I think.
“Okay, we’ll go slowly with this then. Roll onto your back.”
I roll over but I keep my eyes on his. He sits on the bed beside me so that he can look at me. There is a flutter in my stomach and part of me wants this badly. Another part doesn’t want anything to do with it. The first part is stronger and growing.
“Relax and enjoy this. Let yourself go because that is what I want.” He leans forward and his lips meet mine softly. “It’s okay to enjoy this, Michael,” he says softly. His hand slides up my thigh leaving a tingle in its wake and he grasps my cock firmly. He begins moving his hand, as his lips meet mine again. I moan, giving his tongue access to my mouth. I’m getting harder and he’s gently coaxing my tongue to meet his.
He moves my hand over onto him. I know how to do this and begin to stroke him. I’ve never done this for another man. He increases his speed and I moan, moving my hips reflexively into his hand. He gives me a hard swat on my thigh.
“No, Michael. You will take what I give you. Understand?” His eyes hold mine.
“Yes, Sir,” I answer. I continue to stroke him and he returns to stroking me and we’re both hard.
“Do not come until I say that you can,” he commands.
I concentrate hard on controlling my body. This is something Domme Shannon had taught me but it had been different with her. His breathing is getting rougher and I’m trying to control mine. He moans and I feel him ejaculate on my hand. He stops stroking me and moves my hand away from him. His kiss is now passionate and devouring as he begins to stroke himself faster. He leans back just as he comes again in a large stream.
My erection is painful, my pulse pounding through it.
“Go to the bench and put your chest down flat,” he orders.
Bending over, I lie flat as I was told. He pushes my feet wider apart and he presses his body against mine. I can feel his dick cradled between my ass cheeks. He again begins stroking me and I groan with pleasure. He steps back and with his other hand he rubs my ass, moving his finger round over my anus. I try to remain relaxed but I’m nervous and my heart starts to pump quicker. He’s stroking me slower than before and it feels good. Then he pushes his semen-coated finger into my ass, breaching the outer ring of muscle, and begins moving it slowly in and out. The feeling is surprisingly pleasant and my breathing is growing rougher. Gradually his finger goes deeper as his other hand moves slightly faster. I’m lost in the sensations that my body is experiencing. He adds another finger and I groan loudly. I’m not sure if it’s in agony or ecstasy.

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Tasty Tuesday

Wine Spritzers with Lily and Megan Slayer

Lily likes sweet, fruity drinks and light things. Wine spritzers are one of her favorites. Plus, it takes only three ingredients and she loves the number three. 😊

3/4 glass super-chilled white wine (make sure it’s super cold!!)
1/4 glass super-chilled club soda (this should be super cold, too! It makes the drink better.)
Slice of lime

Fill a wine glass halfway with the super-chilled wine ... the glass should frost ... that's when you know your wine's cool enough. Plus, it looks pretty.
Splash in the club soda until the glass is three-quarters full. (Note: You can also use ginger ale or lemon lime soda!)
Then take a slice of lime and put it on the rim of the glass.  Done! Boop!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~



2nd Ed. Lily (Forever Wicked) by Megan Slayer
Cover art: Marteeka Karland
Page Count: 44 (Novella)
John and Michael never forgot how much they cared about their sub, Tiger Lily. She's the one for them and they love playing with her. Now they're ready to offer her their collar. No more waiting, they're ready.
But is she?
Tiger Lily wants both her masters, but she's convinced they want a toy, not a full time sub. She decides to test them and makes them prove their devotion to her. It's a risky game of swapped control, but if things work out the way she plans, they'll all end up satisfied.

EXCERPT ©2017 Megan Slayer, All Rights Reserved

“Sit.” He turned on his heel. As Tiger Lily dropped to her knees on the floor, Peter shielded Wendy from her gaze. Something clinked and words were whispered between them. Shadows moved across the floor as Wendy left the room.

Moments passed and seemed like hours while Tiger Lily waited. She wished she’d kept her mouth shut and her aggravation to herself.

“Okay.” Footsteps padded on the floor beside her. Peter’s boots came into view and he squatted in front of her. “Michael and John will be here later. You’re going to have to be patient. I understand you’re hurting. They’ve been gone a while and played with another sub the last time they were here. I get it. But what happened is between the three of you. You’re going to have to tell them what you want. Change the contract, write up a new one, I don’t care, but leave me out of it.”

“Sir.” Tiger Lily couldn’t keep the pain out of her voice.

“Yes?”

“I wanted you to choose me.” There. She’d said it. She loved Michael and John, but since they were younger she’d wished Peter would’ve chosen her over Wendy. Tiger Lily needed him. Didn’t she?
“Lily, my heart chose Wendy a long time ago. I’ve done things for her I never thought I’d do. I love Wendy.” He curled his fingers under her chin. “But John and Michael love you. They helped another Dom, yes, but they love you.”

“Then why don’t they tell me?” Tears streaked down her cheeks. She balled her fists. “I have no idea how they feel. I’m a toy to them, not a person.”

“Then ask them where you stand.” Peter stood and folded his arms. Wendy crept into the room and put her arm around Tiger Lily.

“Those two… sometimes you need to be specific with them. They think they know what’s going on. John’s so smart and Michael’s heart is so big, but they miss things. They love you, I’m sure, just as I’m certain you love them.” She brushed Tiger Lily’s hair from her face. “Make them earn your love.”

Sometimes she didn’t care for Wendy very much. Other times, Tiger Lily liked having another sub to get what she was going through. She knew her men, but now she truly understood them. Yes, they’d helped train another sub, but they still cared about her. Now she needed to show them exactly what she wanted, too.


“Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Wendy.” Tiger Lily nodded. She knew exactly what to do -- make her men beg.

Monday, October 2, 2017

SPECIAL EXTRA! Grizzly Affair by Dulce Dennison


Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Angela Knight

Genres/Themes: Paranormal, Suspense, Interracial, Men in Uniform, Gay
Length: Novella
With a rogue shifter on the loose leaving a trail of bodies, it isn't the best time for bear shifter, Roarke Hilliard to have his heat cycle. Especially since he's the lead Special Agent on the case. But nature must take its course. When his partner, agent Spencer Malloy, places himself in Roarke's path during his greatest time of need, the bear is worried he might break the human. But Spencer wants Roarke badly... bad enough to call in a paranormal escort.

Grigore Gabor may be a male escort, but he's never slept with any of his clients... until now. The moment the wolf shifter gets a whiff of the bear who hired him, and his human companion, he knows he's found his mates. But getting the surly ursa to agree is another matter.

With a killer on the loose, now isn't the time for finding true love. With Roarke handicapped by his heat cycle, there's only so much the agents can do against the rogue shifter. They can only hope to bring the man to justice before another body is found.

Available 9/15 at Changeling Press
Available 9/22 at Amazon, B&N, iTunes, Kobo



Excerpt
Special Agent Roarke Hilliard, Bureau of Paranormal Affairs, scented the air as he scanned the crime scene for clues. Darkness filled him, narrowing his world to this one moment. Blood soaked through his pants and coated his hands as he knelt beside the too still, mangled body. The copper tang of the teen's blood teased his nostrils. His nose flared as he searched for other scents. Gunpowder residue and the stale smell of sweat hung heavy in the air.

A gun was clutched in the young man's hand, his fingers gripping it even in death, and yet the weapon hadn't been able to save him. Slashed across his sternum, the killer's claws had dug deep, all the way to the bone. His clothes were torn in other areas. His belt had been partially torn from him. The clues were adding up to a terrifying, grisly picture.

This wasn't the first victim, and if Roarke couldn't catch the bastard responsible, it wouldn't be the last. Up to this point, the killer had targeted male prostitutes. But this one was different. There were no indications of drug use, no condoms in the victim's wallet. Was the killer branching out? Or were his tastes changing?

"This is definitely our guy," Agent Spencer Malloy said as he surveyed the scene. "If we don't catch him soon, we'll be on every channel in the country. You know how much the Bureau hates bad publicity."

Roarke stood. "There has to be a pattern. The first known victim was in Chicago. The second was in South Bend, Indiana. But now, victim number five is in Atlanta. Where is he going?"

"I still say they aren't planned. I think our guy is picking up young men, then he gets frustrated when they won't give him what he wants and he kills them."

"They're prostitutes living on the streets. There isn't much they won't do for the right amount," Roarke reasoned.

"What's that super sniffer of yours telling you?"

"I don't smell semen. I don't think he got very far before he killed this one. Maybe that was his motivation. Either he couldn't get it up, or the victim resisted." Although he could be wrong. Roarke wasn't about to admit it to anyone, but during his heat cycle his nose was not the most reliable. It took every effort not to turn bear the closer the time got.

Spencer ran a hand through his short, blond hair. "I don't like this. Rogue shifters are one thing, but one bent on murder?"

"The lab ran the sample three times," Roarke reminded him. "No match was found in the system, but the DNA suggested a hybrid."

"Which explains the instability," Spencer muttered. "He obviously has impulse control issues. My gut says there are more murders. Unless some switch flipped in this guy's head, there's no way his first murder was last month. Not unless he was just turned, and what's the likelihood of a just-turned hybrid?"

Roarke sighed. "I'm afraid I have to agree with you. We need to have records run a search on all unsolved shifter related homicides nationwide for the past five years, see if anything pops up that matches our guy's MO."

"I'll call it in while you check out the rest of the scene. Maybe we missed something on the first walk through. Then you're going to the hotel for a shower and a change of clothes."

Roarke nodded and looked around again. He began a slow circuit of the space, sniffing for something he might have missed as his gaze touched on every square inch of the room. He knew from experience they wouldn't find anything new. Fingerprints and DNA did them no good when the killer wasn't in the system. According to the shifter laws of 2023, formed when shifters came out of hiding, all shapeshifters were required to have DNA and fingerprints on file with the government. Those who didn't comply were termed "rogue" and would be put to death if they were found to have committed a heinous crime. If you weren't registered, you didn't have rights.

Spencer motioned to him from the doorway and Roarke stepped out into the sunshine. With the smell of death and decay surrounding him, he'd forgotten how beautiful it was outside. Spring was in the air, which spelled trouble for a bear on a never-ending job. The urge to mate would hit him hard and Roarke would be powerless to stop it. Last mating season, he'd damn near lost his job when he'd holed up in a motel room for three days with a willing male from a shifter run escort service... he might do well to keep their number handy.

"I passed on our thoughts about there being more murders and Rawlins said he would put a team on it." Spencer began walking toward their SUV. "He asked why the hell we couldn't have thought of that weeks ago. I told him we were too busy chasing a trail of mangled bodies. Pompous ass."
Roarke grinned.

"I say we go get you cleaned up and grab a bite to eat. We missed lunch and I know that beast inside of you has to be starving." Spencer held out his hand. "Keys."

Roarke pulled them from his pocket and handed them over. He climbed into the passenger's seat and patiently waited for Spencer to get in and start the vehicle.

"Speaking of my beast, there's something you should know," Roarke said as they pulled out of the parking lot. "My mating heat is going to hit soon. Since I don't have a mate, my bear is going to seek the first willing male available. It's going to possibly put me out of commission for a few days."
"So we take a break."

Roarke shook his head. "The mating fever is going to hit our killer grizzly too. It means more murders if he can't find someone willing and able to handle the frenzy. Think double or even triple the body count we have now."

"Fuck. We have to catch this guy!" Spencer slammed his hand against the steering wheel.


About Dulce

With an overactive imagination and a penchant for making up stories, was it any wonder Dulce Dennison decided to be an author? From cowboys to shapeshifters, she has a story for them all, but her passion lies in writing m/m romances. Dulce believes in love in all shapes and sizes, and that everyone deserves a happily-ever-after.

Married since 2000 to a man she isn’t sure is quite human, her husband and children (which she fondly calls the demon spawn) keep her busy, but never too busy to write. Is there such a thing as too busy to write? Most mornings you can find Dulce set up with her laptop, a cat curled up next to her, and a steaming cup of coffee just an arm’s reach away.


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Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Tasty Tuesday -- Sausage Crescent Cheese Balls


Ingredients

1
lb bulk spicy sausage
2
cups shredded sharp Cheddar cheese (8 oz)
1/2
teaspoon dried rosemary leaves, crushed
1
can (8 oz) Pillsbury™ refrigerated crescent dinner rolls
2
tablespoons all-purpose flour

Steps

  • 1
    Heat oven to 375°F. Line 15x10x1-inch pan with foil; spray with cooking spray.
  • 2
    In large bowl, mix sausage, cheese and rosemary; mix well using hands or spoon.
  • 3
    Unroll crescent dough on work surface; coat each side of dough with 1 tablespoon flour. Using pizza cutter or knife, cut dough into about 1/4-inch pieces. Mix crescent dough pieces into bowl of sausage mixture in small amounts until well blended.
  • 4
    Shape mixture into 42 (1 1/4-inch) balls. Place in pan. Bake 15 to 17 minutes or until golden brown.


Tuesday, August 29, 2017

Game Day Honey BBQ Chicken Wings

With football season approaching, I couldn't help myself. :)



INGREDIENTS

    • 18 chicken wings
    • 1 teaspoon kosher salt
    • 1 teaspoon garlic powder
    • 1/2 teaspoon sugar
    • 1/2 teaspoon paprika
    • 1/2 teaspoon black pepper
    • 1/4 teaspoon cayenne
    • cooking spray

    SAUCE

    • 1 cup barbecue sauce, preferably Hickory Smoke Flavor
    • 1/2 cup honey
    • 2 tablespoons ketchup
    • 2 tablespoons hot sauce
    • 4 tablespoons butter
    • 1/2 teaspoon garlic powder

DIRECTIONS

  1. Wash, dry, and season the wings with the salt, garlic, pepper, cayenne, sugar, and paprika. Preheat the oven to 375.
  2. Spray a cookie sheet with a generous spray of cooking spray.
  3. Place the wings in a single layer on the cookie sheet, and place in the oven.
  4. Cook for 35-40 minutes, depending on the size of the wings, turning once.
  5. While they are baking, make the sauce by slowly simmering the sauce ingredients over the lowest heat.
  6. When the wings are done baking, carefully dip them in the sauce, and place them back in the oven for another 5 minutes, or until the sauce is bubbling.
  7. Serve with ranch dip.
  8. ENJOY!And remember to save some for everyone else! (that's bullshit. EAT IT ALL!!!)